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Get your confidence together, I told myself as he continued to look at me, stealing glances as patrons continued to talk to him in the foyer of the museum. He had done the same during his artist’s talk in the auditorium, his haunting ice blue eyes looking up, right at me. I tried hard to be lost into his talk and not into his eyes.

Unless I was just crazy, thinking he was staring at me. Why would a renowned artist, like him, be interested in such an outcast like me? I was losing focus on why I was here – to tell him I was interested in being his sex slave…I mean his studio assistant. Great, now I’m thinking dirty submissive thoughts. I can never leave my work at home. Damn my roommates for convincing me this was a good idea.

I walked down the stairs and through the cascade of beautiful water fountains, straightening my tight black pencil dress and trying to be confident. As I walked up the stairs at the opposite end, my foot caught the edge, tripping me, my legs bound in this damn dress, making it impossible to walk like a normal human being. I fell into two strong arms that lifted me back upright.

Where we last left off Karlea offered Jake and Vaughn her blood to heal them from their injuries. They both managed to stop drinking from her before she died. Jake took it upon himself to take care of her while she was recovering from the blood loss. She woke up but was still very weak. She asked Jake if he and Vaughn were all healed before passing out in Jake’s arms…

Jake stared at the human in his arms. She had strained herself to ask if he and Vaughn were okay; humans shouldn’t care if they survived being the monsters that he and Vaughn were, but this girl was different.She moaned in her sleep, snapping Jake out of his thoughts, as her heart began to tank – beating slower and slower.“Shit.” Jake said, as he held her, he needed to hurry.He bit his wrist and dripped his blood into her mouth, hoping that at that exact moment her heart wouldn’t stop, or else she wouldn’t be waking up human.He listened to her heartbeat slowly increase as he was relieved that she didn’t die when his blood hit her tongue – her waking up as a vampire wouldn’t go very well. Not so soon anyway and under these circumstances. Although, when was a human ever turned vampire under good circumstances, Jake knew it rarely happened. And this was a perfect bad situation for it to happen.He placed her back in his bed. She stirred as he covered her and then fell back into sleep, her heart staying steady.

Many hours later, Karlea opened her eyes. She squinted at the clock and then at the drapery on the balcony doors, she could see the daylight peeking though a tiny section of the drapery that hadn’t been closed right. She looked across the room and saw Jake sitting in a chair, his laptop, closed, on a coffee table next to him.“Hey.” She said.
“Hey.” Jake replied, as she sat up. She looked next to her to find the rest of Jake’s big bed untouched.“Did you sleep? I mean, I didn’t mean to put you out of your bed.”Jake smiled and laughed slightly, “Sleep isn’t a requirement. I mean I could, but I don’t have to.”“Right.” She answered. “So, you’ve been sitting in a chair watching me sleep? How long have I been out?”“Almost, two days. And I’ve been keeping a watchful eye on you to make sure your heart didn’t give out…again. It already did once yesterday. You almost died. I had to give you my blood to heal you.”Jake sat next to her on the bed. “If your heart had stopped in the moment I gave you my blood, you wouldn’t have woken up human. You don’t want to be what I am.”A wave of anger came over him, “What you did was extremely dangerous and usually deadly.”“I knew you and Vaughn wouldn’t kill me.” She replied.“I’m a vampire, you can’t trust me. If you die in my arms, I don’t want to have to make that decision of whether you stay dead or if I get selfish and make you like me. You really don’t want this.”Karlea jumped off of the bed, “I should…I should go.”“Its not safe for you out there.”“Its not safe for me in here. Just don’t worry about me, I’ll be okay. Sorry for all the trouble you got in because of me.”She headed towards the door. Jake used his speed to grab unto her and pull her into him, forcefully, making her gasp.“I’m sorry,” Jake spoke softly, “I just don’t want this to be your fate. Not yet, hopefully not ever –”“Look, I get it,” Karlea interrupted, “You just met me and ended up coming to my rescue. You don’t have to try to protect me. I’m just going to survive day by day, like I’ve always done. And if its really as dangerous for me out there as you say, then it should all be over rather quickly.”

Welcome to another edition of my Sexy Saturday! The theme for this week is Sexy Saves the Day.

Two weeks ago, I shared a snippet from my vampire novel, BloodLust: Armani, written in Armani’s P.O.V. I believe the scene I shared was right after this one, where Armani &amp; Karlea fight off the frat vampires, together. This scene is what led to that fight…Armani saving the day. Armani is a pretty sexy vamp despite it all…
(Side note: a very minor character named Joe is mentioned, he’s just the guy working the door of the club)

I looked up as I overheard the group of frat boys ready to make their move with me there, as they planned to take me out to get to her. There was no doubt I could take them all, my years and bloodline was way stronger than all of them put together. Usually I am more than happy for a fight, however, I was afraid of the scene this would cause, creating a distraction for Karlea to get away or for Joe to possibly protect her.

“It would be best if you left with me right now.” I said, my eyes looking behind her to the frat boys. She caught my drift and slightly looked behind her without them seeing. I could see her thinking as she looked at me – frat boys or me. At least, I was only one and more her type than a bunch of rowdy frat boys.

“Fuck.” She cursed.

I held onto her hand as I stood up, pulling her up with me. She pulled her hand away as she stood looking at me.

“We need to make this quick. They are after you.” I said as I held out my hand.
She looked back at the frat boys and then at me, still unsure.
“Do something crazy and take a chance.” I said.I leaned in close to her. “You know you want to.” I said quietly.

She looked quickly back at the frat boys and then placed her hand in mine. I lifted her up so I could get her outside with my speed. She weighed nothing. I stopped a short distance from the club, it had gotten windy, and I could tell she was cold, shivering in my arms, I intended on giving her my suit jacket.

Hello, welcome to My Sexy Saturday! This week’s prompt was Sexy Warrior and I had a hard time picking out an excerpt because there were three different stories I wanted to share, all with sexy warrior women 🙂

So, I finally decided on a scene from a pirate story I started. It doesn’t have a title. The story starts out as the female captain, Caera, is in the middle of having sex with her Firstmate, Jack Night, when she hears a mutiny happening on her ship.

Captain Caera Flynn stepped out onto the deck of the captain’s cabin with Jack right behind her, to the chaos of six men trying to take over her ship, The Crimson Lust. She stood there watching, swinging her sword around in a circle, waiting for them to make their way to the deck. Most of the loyal crew looked up at the Captain for instructions if they should let the men through or shut this whole thing down. Caera nodded her head a definite no to Connor. Connor reiterated to the rest of the crew to stand down. The crew stood down, raising their hands in the air, surrendering. The men, led by Buckley, made their way over to the stairs and rushed up them in a group, almost not fitting the width of the stairway, single file would have been much more appropriate. It almost made the Captain’s serious look, crack into laughter. Jack took a step forward, in line with Caera, just in case this did get out of hand; he didn’t want her to take the frontline all by her lonesome.
As the men all ascended to the top of the stairs, they pointed their swords into Caera and Jack’s faces. Caera didn’t budge, she just stood there, still swinging her sword. Jack on the other hand, raised his eyebrows in how close the tips of the swords were to his face, and took a slight step back.
Caera stopped swinging her sword around. She flipped her sword around and held it by the tip, holding the handle out to Buckley, a man of considerably older age than most on the ship. His face dark and wrinkled from all his years in the ocean sun. His white beard and hair braided. He was old enough to be Caera’s grandfather, or perhaps her great grandfather.
“Mr. Buckley,” She boomed, “the ship is yours.”
The crew seemed to gasp and question her decision quietly in unison. Jack stared at her. He took a slight step to be right next her, knocking her elbow and whispering in her ear, “What are you doing?”
Caera just turned and gave Jack the devish smile of hers. She turned back to face the men.
“Do not question my authority, Mr. Night.” She said, loudly.
Buckley took the sword from her.
“Women do not belong on ships.” He said.
“Mr. Buckley, arrr, Captain, ” Caera started, “I was born on a ship, I will die on one.”

Thanks for reading! The beginning and a little bit more is up on Wattpad if anyone wants more. Its a WIP and not edited at all.

I am continuing on with my story BloodLust – the first in the series – I had started from the very beginning of it all, where Karlea met Jake and Vaughn at the club she works at. Later that night, Jake saves Karlea from being killed by a random vampire as she walks home, figuring out Jake (and Vaughn’s) secret. Jake walks her home only to find her apartment ransacked. Jake brings her to his apartment for the night and recruits Vaughn to help him go find answers about what kind of trouble Karlea is in. As she waits for them to return, she decides to get some rest after such a long night. She awakens to Jake and Vaughn coming back, badly injured and in need of live human blood. Where we left off last week, she had just walked into the room, and Vaughn warned her it wasn’t safe for her to be there.

“I know it’s not, but I can heal you.” She said.

Her voice was almost drowned out by the sound of her heartbeat for Jake and Vaughn.

Jake rolled off the couch, onto his feet, not as gracefully as he usually was. He could barely stand. He looked like a corpse.

“No! I will not risk taking your life! Vaughn, will. I will not.” Jake said, trying to stand between her and Vaughn. He would use whatever he had left in him, to keep her from being killed. Even though, once he perished, Vaughn would just kill her anyway, but it was innate for him to protect her.

Vaughn smiled, Karlea noticing his fangs for the first time. He took another step forward, Jake putting out his arm in case Vaughn went in to attack, in hopes to catch him before he could reach Karlea. Even now, Vaughn was enjoying keeping his progeny on his toes.

Karlea looked at them, she stepped slowly towards her messenger bag that was still sitting on the floor from earlier. Vaughn watched her like he was watching prey, as Jake watched both her and Vaughn.

Karlea grabbed her pocket knife she had shoved into the water bottle pocket.
“You helped me, please let me help you.” She said.

She flipped it open and dragged the blade across her skin from her shoulder to the top of her breast. She moaned quietly as she felt the sting of the wound and her blood start to drip down. She dropped the knife.

Jake and Vaughn both jumped back from the sight of her blood, trying to control themselves. The sweet smell of her blood hit both of them. Vaughn was reminded of his taste of her at the club.

She watched as Jake’s eyes turned red. He stood back in between her and Vaughn with both of his arms out again.

Karlea shook her head and stood there. Vaughn went to attack, but Jake caught him and used whatever strength he had left to shove Vaughn aside. Jake used his speed to appear in front of Karlea. He put his arm around her and pulled her into him as she jumped in surprise. He placed his hand on her cheek as she breathed heavily.

“I’m so sorry.” He said, Karlea seeing his fangs for the first time. She wasn’t scared, she felt she was finally where she needed to be, right in their world. He licked the blood dripping down her before slamming his fangs into her. Her nails clawed into his arm and he felt her body tense up, but not in pain and fear, in excitement. She didn’t struggle or try to pull away, she just let him take what he wanted.

He was finally getting that taste he had been denying himself all night. Her blood was sweeter than he even imagined it. Sweeter than what Vaughn had described. Which meant this could get addictive if she actually lived through this. He tried to remind himself that every sip towards healing was a sip away from her life.

Vaughn stood back and watched, elated that his progeny finally had the balls to drink from her. Jake’s severe wounds already healing. However, he still needed to heal, too. Karlea opened her eyes and did her best to hold out her wrist to him. Vaughn went over to her, taking her wrist to his mouth. He felt her body tense up as he bit into her wrist. He drank, but it wasn’t enough. He pulled away. He pushed her hair away from the side of her neck that wasn’t occupied by Jake and bit down. it wouldn’t be the first time, he and Jake shared a feeding, although it had been years.

Between the sensations of Jake and Vaughn feeding, and the light headedness, it felt as though there was no ground beneath her feet. With her eyes closed, the darkness began to spin and she didn’t have the strength to hold onto Jake for support, her hand slipping off of his body, however they both easily held her up with no effort. She tried to open her eyes to find her way out of the blackness, but couldn’t. She was losing herself down in it, eventually being swallowed up.

Thanks for reading! You can read more great authors here:Linda Hamonou

I’m going to continue on, right where we left off last week because the fun isn’t over for these two. Where we last left off, Karlea had a bit of a dilemma. 😉

She moved her hand up his chest and wrapped it around the back of his neck, almost holding him to her shoulder. He went to enter his fangs into her.“I want to stake your heart so fucking bad.” She whispered, stopping him. He pulled away from her shoulder to stare her in the eyes.“Ah, yes, there is that. But you also want to rip this sheet off of me.” Armani replied.“Stop reading my thoughts!”

Sorry, I have to stop there. Thanks for reading! Please leave a comment below, I always respond and read yours as well, leaving a comment. 🙂 I’ll be making the rounds a bit later than usual, either tonight or tomorrow, only because I have a super busy day with the kids. Once all that gets done, then I can read.

I’m continuing on with my erotic vampire story. Armani is the vampire that was stalking the human woman, Karlea, at the vampire nightclub. He wasn’t the only one stalking her, as it seemed a bunch of frat-like vampires were, too. Armani gives her a choice to leave with him or stay and be ripped apart by the frat boys. She leaves with him but then they are cornered outside by the frat…

“She belongs to me.” I said to them.“Not for long.” One of them dared to reply.They came at me. I knocked five of them to the ground, but where was the sixth. I turned to see him backing Karlea into a wall. She didn’t look scared, instead she looked serious and determined. As she took another step back, she hit the wall. The frat boy lunged at her throat but was met with a small stake she pulled out from the bosom of her dress, just under his heart before she went all bad ass on him and punched the stake up into his heart. Damn. The other five quickly got to their feet. I threw three of them off at me at once, smashing them into a concrete wall with hardly any effort. As I went to take on the other two, one perished in front of me with a stake through his heart. Karlea standing on the other side. “Thanks.” “You helped me, just returning the favor I guess.” She said, although I could sense the adrenaline coursing through her. “I see you’ve done this before.” I said as I punched the last remaining frat boy. “More or less.” She smirked, as if for it to be a warning to me.

A little background on this story – I have written about 30k in the original version, titled BloodLust: Armani. Its originally written in third person. But then I had the fun idea to try writing it in Armani’s voice, which is what I’m sharing. BloodLust: Armani is the second story in the series, though, the first isn’t finished either. I’ve been writing these for about 5 years now, pretty much writing a paragraph a week because that’s all I can give.